The Ballad of John and Al Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

The Ballad of John and Al Ch. 02

... making her gasp and moan.

"Yeah," she said, breathlessly. "Like that. I want to cuck you so hard."

He was fully inside her, luxuriating in her warmth and wetness, feeling her soft thighs drawing up around his hips. They had played with this game for a couple of years, but something seemed more definitive about her words this time.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," she replied, still breathing shallowly. "It's time, don't you think?

"We've talked about it. We're only here for a year or so. Nobody knows us, or my family, or your CO."

Oh, Jesus, John thought. She was being cold and rational. She wasn't playing. He felt his cock throb, and he began to move slowly and rhythmically in and out of her.

"Mmm," she responded. "Yeah. You like that idea, huh?"

"Yesss," he hissed.

"Hmmm. You like being teased, don't you?"

Oh, shit, he thought. Don't tell me you're just teasing. "By you, I do."

"Mm mm," she purred, responding to the sensation of his stiff organ moving languorously in and out of her. "Yeah, I think I've figured it out."

"Yeah?" All he could do was to encourage her to keep going. "You have ... a candidate in mind?"

"No," she replied, swiveling her hips to stimulate them both. "Not yet. But I know where to look."

"One of your new customers?" he asked.

"No," she replied, confidently. Then she softened. "Well, maybe. If he's cute. And generous."

John closed his eyes and groaned. He knew it was one of her favorite buttons to push. The idea that ...

... some undeserving stranger, likely some older man, graying and gone to seed, could "earn" her charms with nothing more than a little attention and a few dollars. He honestly didn't know whether she was genuinely attracted to the type, or whether she had just figured out how much the idea tormented him.

"No," she was going on, her words now seemingly drawing power from the turgid tower of flesh that he was pushing in and out of her. "I think I want to pick someone here in the apartment complex."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. So many candidates." She paused. "You know they're closing the pool next week?"

He gasped. What the hell? He was struggling to maintain control while sliding his hard, sensitive cock in and out of her glorious pussy, and she was talking about pool schedules?

"Yeah, I've really been enjoying my time out there. I've met so many interesting men."

John had to slow down with his thrusting. He looked down. She had her hands spread out over her breasts. Like she was denying him access to them. But her diamond ring sparkled in the lamplight.

"Guys at the pool?" he asked.

"Uh huh," she affirmed. "So many."

He had to ask. "Do you wear your ring at the pool?"

"Always," she whispered. "You think that stops anyone?

"In fact, I honestly think ... it's kind of a magnet."

John groaned again. He was on the verge of cumming. He almost always came second (or third or fifth), after giving Al all she could take. But she was focused on what she was telling him, ...